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Wen Lan was determined this time. She would not answer Xie Yansheng's calls or see him until Xie Yansheng solved the problem.

Before the alarm went off in the morning, Xie Yansheng's call woke her up.

She turned her phone to silent mode and continued to sleep.

Who knew that she would sleep too long. When she opened her eyes again, it was already 9:30 in the morning!

There were more than a dozen missed calls on her phone, seven of which were from Xie Yansheng, and the rest were from colleagues in the studio.

While washing up, she called back all the missed calls except Xie Yansheng.

After a simple makeup, she took her coat and handbag and went out.

On the way to TT, Wen Lan called Zhou's mother to ask about Zhou Qiao's condition.

Zhou's mother was depressed and kept sobbing, so she had to comfort Zhou's mother again.

Zhou Qiao was hospitalized for three days, and there was a lot of backlog of work. Wen Lan was busy until 3 pm before she had her first meal of the day.

At 4:30 pm, TT held an impromptu press conference at the Convention and Exhibition Center, which was hosted by Wen Lan.

After Zhou Qiao and Zhao Huan had a car accident, rumors about the closure of TT's high-end studio spread everywhere.

So much so that in the past two days, some customers came to TT every day to ask about the refund of membership fees.

These rumors are obvious to anyone with a discerning eye. It forced Wen Lan to fight back.

After weighing the pros and cons with several senior designers in the studio, everyone unanimously decided to hold a press conference immediately to clarify the rumors that are unfavorable to TT in the current society and media, which can also be regarded as an explanation to TT's new and old customers.

Wen Lan was afraid that the media would make up stories again, so she deliberately wore a warm-toned suit and put on bright makeup before attending the press conference.

Attending the press conference with her were Sister Su and a men's wear designer. They also worked hard on their clothes and makeup. The two also hoped that the media could see the unstoppable development momentum of TT through their mental state.

When Wen Lan and the other two stood under the "long guns and short guns" of reporters in a glamorous manner, talking with a smile on their faces, Xie Yansheng and Jiang Jingci also watched the live broadcast of the press conference.

They didn't care whether TT would close down or prosper in the future. What they cared about was Wen Lan's current mood and mentality.

Although Wen Lan smiled throughout the whole process and spoke in a gentle voice, both men felt the fatigue hidden under the smile.

While watching the live broadcast of the press conference, Xie Yansheng sent a message to Wen Lan: Aren't you tired of working so hard? The money on the black card is not enough for you to spend?

He saw clearly that four or five minutes after the message was sent, Wen Lan looked at his phone for a while while his colleagues answered reporters' questions, but he just didn't wait for any response.

From last night to now, he has called Wen Lan more than a dozen times and sent more than 20 messages, all of which were like a drop in the ocean.

It seems that Wen Lan is really competing with him this time!

At the press conference, Wen Lan answered the sensitive topic about Zhou Qiao's hospitalization with a sincere attitude, and finally played the emotional card, and also thanked TT's new and old customers, and improvised a sensational speech of "standing together through thick and thin".

Jiang Jingci, who had been watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone, found it funny that a woman as proud as a swan would now bend her proud head for a few pieces of silver!

As the press conference was coming to an end, a courier in the same city brought a bouquet of red roses to Wen Lan.

Wen Lan thought that Xie Yansheng was apologizing to her, so she put it on the table after receiving it and continued to chat with several reporters.

"Does Designer Wen have a suitor again?" A nosy female reporter suddenly brought up the topic of red roses, "A man who can catch Designer Wen's eye must be worth no less than Xie Yansheng!"

"It's just an ordinary friend who sent it to cheer me up for today's press conference." Wen Lan replied with a stiff face, but still picked up the flower card inside and took a look.

It was exactly the same machine-printed card as the roses she received before, with only the two words "Be well".

She counted quickly, and it was still thirty-three flowers as expected.

It had only been a few days since she returned to Jiangcheng, and the man who had given her roses before was back again!

Xie Yansheng had long denied sending flowers, and she cast her suspicious eyes on Jiang Jingci.

The two men who saw the bouquet of flowers from the live broadcast at this time had two extreme expressions.

Jiang Jingci's eyebrows were smiling, while Xie Yansheng was gritting his teeth in anger.

But what the two men didn't know was that after the press conference, Wen Lan threw the bouquet of flowers into the trash can when she left the exhibition center.

Back at TT, Wen Lan called everyone to hold a general meeting, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening when she got off work.

As soon as she found her car in the parking lot, Zhou's mother called and said that after the doctor's evaluation, Zhou Qiao had just come out of the ICU ward.

Wen Lan immediately drove to the intensive care unit of the hospital. When she saw Zhou Qiao, Zhou Qiao was fighting with the nurses and doctors!

"You said Zhao Huan was fine, why don't you let me see him! I'm his wife, can't I even see him——" Zhou Qiao cried until she was hoarse, "I remember very clearly, when the truck hit, it was Zhao Huan who swerved and caught the impact of the truck with his side! I just want to know whether Zhao Huan is dead or alive, can't you doctors tell me the truth——"

Mother Zhou covered her chest and shed tears.

Wen Lan was heartbroken and went forward to hug Zhou Qiao tightly, "Zhao Huan is still in the ICU now, you can meet when his injury stabilizes."

"Forget it if they lied to me, why are you going to lie to me too!" Zhou Qiao threw away Wen Lan's arm and shook his head in pain, "Wen Lan, you are my best friend and the person I trust most besides my parents. , come and tell me, what happened to Zhao Huan——"

Wen Lan didn't dare to look into Zhou Qiao's eyes and hurriedly changed the subject, "Although you have come out of the ICU, your right leg still needs to rest. Listen to me, take good care of yourself first and then-"

"I stayed in the ICU for three days, but my brain is not broken! I just looked at the list of all ICU patients at the nurse's station, and Zhao Huan's name is not in it at all!" Zhou Qiao's right leg was imprisoned by a plaster. Hold on tight or you'll jump out of bed.

The doctors and nurses in the ward looked at each other in confusion. For a moment, Wen Lan couldn't figure out how to cover up this lie.

"Didn't you say that Zhao Huan is also in the ICU?" Zhou Qiao grabbed Wen Lan's clothes hard, his dark pupils shrank and his voice trembled, "Don't I even have the right to know whether my husband is alive or dead—"

Wen Lan's heart trembled when he heard this. Before he could think of how to return to Zhou Qiao, the door of the ward suddenly opened!

Zhao Huan's mother, with a haggard face, staggered towards Zhou Qiao, pointed at Zhou Qiao and cried, "Please give back my son's life -"